Chapter 81: Crazy

Turning his head, he stared at the back of the man in the flowered shirt as he left. Gu Zhuoan did not stop him - if it were another place, Gu Zhuoan might chase him and find out what was going on, but he did not want to attract attention in this underground bar.

After all, those gathered here are all well-known figures in the underworld, and they are not good people.

The proprietress here was his college classmate, Chihiro Amamiya, who was a Japanese transfer student at the time.

Gu Zhuoan and Su Ying have known each other for many years. Chihiro Amamiya has witnessed him and Su Ying fall in love and get married. Later, because of the Hongyi incident, he fell into madness and obsession, abandoned his child and embarked on the road of revenge alone. During this period, Chihiro Amamiya also gave him a lot of help.

It can be said that Chihiro Amemiya may be the last person in the world who still understands him.

Today, Amemiya Chihiro said she wanted to see him. She originally wanted to meet him once and then leave, but she got into this kind of trouble. Thinking of this, Gu Zhuoan frowned, lowered his eyes to look at the recorder that the man in flowery clothes placed on the bar, and after a moment he slowly picked up the recorder.

He turned the pen upside down and took the drink handed to him by the waiter while observing it.

No matter what is in this recorder, since it appeared in this place and was pointed out to him by name, it must be something extraordinary.

He stood up from the round chair and walked towards the toilet in the bar. Seeing that there was no one around, he walked into a cubicle.

He slowly closed the door, put the toilet lid on, and sat on it.

Gu Zhuo'an's head was a little swollen. Although the physical fitness of the superhuman race was far superior to that of ordinary people, he still drank too much last night and his vision was still a little blurry. He supported his forehead, then leaned over and carefully studied the recorder.

After turning on the power, the interface showed that there was only one audio track, so he turned the volume of the recorder to the minimum, selected the audio, and pressed the play button.

With a "beep", a clear recording sounded in the compartment:

"Mr. Gu Qiye, you were only thirteen years old when the incident happened... Ever since that day, you have hated those 'Outliers' who abused their power in the name of justice... You wanted to gain enough reputation within the Outliers Association, and be recommended by the top leaders with your unparalleled performance, so that you could enter the United Nations organization 'Rainbow Wing' and find the Outlier who crushed your mother to death like an ant."

"You, why do you know my identity?"

silence.

Deathly silence.

Gu Zhuoan stood there in shock, as if struck by lightning. The arm holding the recorder was trembling slightly as if in a spasm...

Belatedly, the pupils slowly shrank to the size of malt.

"Qi...ye?"

He whispered hoarsely.

Gu Zhuo had paid attention to the hostage-taking incident involving Blue Arc and Green Wing in Lijing Square at that time, and he also knew about the mysterious figure "Black Pupa" who had only recently appeared, but he only had a general understanding of what happened instead of opening the video to carefully review what happened.

So he had never heard the voice of the black pupa.

But he was very familiar with the voice of the person who said the last sentence in the recording. It was the voice of "Blue Arc".

What shocked Gu Zhuo even more was the name at the beginning of the recording:

Gu Qiye.

That's...his son.

The recorder fell from his hand, slowly spun in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Snap...

despair……

In the dead silence, Gu Zhuoan nodded slowly and cast his trembling eyes towards this ordinary recorder, as if he was looking at a sun that was difficult to look directly at.

"No... this is fake. Someone in the underworld knows my identity and wants to use this recording to confuse me... but who could that person be? Why does he know so much about me and the people around me? Could it be that... Chihiro Amamiya betrayed me?"

Gu Zhuoan took a deep breath to calm his confused thoughts, lowered his head in thought, his face shrouded in a gloomy expression.

As if predicting his thoughts, a moment later, the recorder on the ground spoke again:

"By the way, Mr. Gu Zhuoan, no one betrayed you. This recording was made on the night of July 9, when I helped your good boy Gu Qiye defeat Lu Yi and rescued him. Then I met him privately on a path near the square, and then this recording was made."

"Speaking of this...you should know my identity?"

Black pupa... A strange figure suddenly flashed through Gu Zhuoan's mind.

After a while, the recorder emitted the same teasing voice again:

"Yes, it's the name in your mind, Mr. Ghost Bell... On July 15, which is tomorrow night, I will wait for you on top of an abandoned building near the Rainbow Bridge in Tokyo Bay."

"I just want to meet with you alone, otherwise I will make your and your son's identities public. The super criminal 'Ghost Bell' and the alien 'Blue Arc' are actually father and son. I'm sure this news will shock the world in an instant... If you don't want to see this happen, then we'll meet again."

Black pupa, black pupa, black pupa...

Gu Zhuoan stared deeply at the floor, veins bulging on his forehead.

He kept murmuring the name in his mind, recalling the end of the Green Wing incident, when Blue Arc disappeared in Lijing Square. Although Blue Arc denied it, many netizens speculated that there should have been a private meeting between Black Pupa and Blue Arc that night.

Combining the events at that time, he slowly came to a jaw-dropping conclusion in his mind:

"The recording is...real."

He stood there like a statue, his eyes dull and sweat dripping from his palms and forehead.

At this moment, the thoughts in his mind rushed towards him like a tsunami, with nowhere to escape.

He gritted his teeth and scratched his head, suddenly remembering that when he first fought Blue Arc, he tore half of Blue Arc's mask.

See the blood-stained face under the mask.

At that time, Gu Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know if it was because he hadn't been home for two years that he had this illusion - he actually felt that the half face stained with blood looked very similar to his child.

"No... Impossible, impossible..."

Gu Zhuoan muttered in a hoarse voice, scratching his forehead with his fingertips even harder, and the tips of his nails made his scalp bleed.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, gathered at his chin, and slowly fell to the ground, leaving a small black spot on the ground.

Staring at the blood-like black spot, Gu Zhuo'an's pupils shrank, and he suddenly recalled the scenes of himself fighting with Blue Arc time and time again, fighting like a beast, and severely injuring him without reservation:

It seemed that he could still hear the crisp sound of bones breaking when his fist hit Lan Hu's chest;

You can also see the beautiful blood line drawn when the wrist blade chopped on Lan Hu's neck, and the blood fluttered in the sky with the arc...

Blood……

Flying blood...

The pleasure he felt at that time seemed to have turned into a thousand times greater guilt at this moment;

At that moment, the blood that had splattered on the mask seemed to come back again, splashing mercilessly on his face, staining his entire vision red.

He felt as if the whole world was covered in blood, and Blue Arc's wailing was still close to his ears, constantly and constantly echoing in his mind. The blood on the mask flowed down endlessly like a big river until it drowned him completely.

My son is... Blue Arc?

Gu Qiye...is Blue Arc?

How is that possible?

How can this be true?

He suddenly laughed.

“Heh… heh…”

Gu Zhuoan's facial muscles twitched violently and a twisted smile appeared on his face... He hadn't laughed for five years, and he hadn't laughed even once since his wife died.

But at this moment, he smiled.

It was as if he was laughing at himself, and also as if he was laughing at how ridiculous this lie was.

But at this moment, his right hand was still shaking. His body would not lie, and he knew he was afraid.

In order to overcome this fear, he slowly reached down, picked up the recorder that had fallen to the ground, and tremblingly pressed the play button again.

He wanted to confirm whether the content in the recording was just his illusion, but before he could press the play button, his knees fell to the ground involuntarily and his head drooped down.

Fear flooded his heart at this moment.

He grabbed his neck with both hands, as if he wanted to suffocate himself, wanted the wailing in his mind to fade away, wanted the blood covering the mask to disappear - although when he scratched his face with his blue-veined fingertips, he found that he was not wearing a mask.

But the blood-stained mask could not be taken off...

His son's blood was still flowing down from above.

Gu Zhuoan's eyeballs protruded from his sockets. He tilted his head back and slowly and forcefully opened his mouth. He let out a silent, hysterical roar, so heartbreaking that it seemed as if his entire chest was about to burst.

At this moment, a low roar like that of a wild beast came from the toilet and echoed throughout the bar.

Mistaking it for someone causing trouble in the toilet, several bodyguards with guns soon rushed into the toilet and surrounded the cubicle.

Bang! Bang! Bang... dull noises continued to be heard - it seemed as if a monster was repeatedly and self-torturingly hitting the ground with its head. The door of the compartment was shaking, and the dim orange light was flickering.

Beads of cold sweat the size of beans fell on the bodyguards' foreheads. They had never seen such a situation before.

After a moment, Gu Zhuoan held onto the door of the cubicle, slowly got up from the ground, tightly grasped the recorder, pushed open the door and walked out.

There was blood on his head and his eyes were empty, but he looked like a mad bull, and when he breathed it seemed as if he could spit out hot steam.

The bodyguards pointed their guns at the man's head, but the next moment they were stunned. The man raised his head, and his scarlet pupils seemed to be able to spit fire. A terrifying pressure came over them, making them think that the person they were pointing their guns at was not a human, but some inhuman creature.

Gu Zhuoan lowered his head and staggered among them like a dying trapped beast.

They didn’t know if it was an illusion, but they heard the sound of bells.

It's like a death knell is ringing.

(End of this chapter)